0 comments/ 133969 views/ 11 favorites Food Fetish By: LibertyBelle My older brother is a total asshole and goes through beautiful women like your average guy goes through disposable razors. He has a virtual stable of extraordinary young women. He also has a fabulous job and makes a six-figure income, so he can afford to make adjustments when necessary. If he finds a stunning girl who is nearly perfect but could use bigger breasts or a little lipo, he is perfectly happy to pick up the bill. He considers it a service to society and besides everyone walks away happy when its over. I was a little surprised though when his latest love, an amazing looking blond named Carissa, called my house crying. I was sitting by the pool naked, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze over my sweaty body when the phone rang. I picked it up and heard sniffling and I figured it was her. They all call me eventually with their tales of woe and I had worked on befriending this one. She is truly a gem of a girl. She is small and blond, with perfect breasts (compliments of Dr. Kaplan of course) and a flat little tummy. Her skin is the color of caramel. Her hair is golden and falls in ringlets down her back. Her eyes are the most unusual I had ever seen-they are gold. She has plump, pink lips that always look like they are pouting for a kiss. She was by far the most stunning girl I had ever seen him with. She was also very quiet and seemed subservient to him. I had thought more than once about how erotic she would look tied to my four-poster bed, with a gag in her mouth. It wasn’t totally out of the ordinary for me to fantasize about my brother’s girlfriends because they were all gorgeous and I am a very sexual person, but this girl was a favorite of mine. My brother knew it and often teased me that I could have her when he was done with her. She announced through tears that Andrew had broken up with her and could she please come over and talk. Naturally, I told her of course she could. I hung up the phone and put on my robe, going into the kitchen to make us drinks and a snack. She knocked on the front door as I finished and I went to answer it. “Hi,” She said in a little voice when I answered the door. I stood there and stared openly at her for a moment. She had on the lowest, lowrider jeans I had ever seen and her pelvic bones stuck out provocatively. There was a playboy bunny belly ring in her perfect little belly button. She was wearing a shirt that laced up like a corset and her tits were practically overflowing. Even in her high heels, she was smaller than me and looked like a little doll with those perfect ringlets and those golden eyes framed by black lashes. Her lower lip was trembling and her big eyes were wet with tears. I hugged her to me, inhaling her scent and enjoying her tiny body against mine. “I’m so sorry, Carissa,” I mumbled into her hair, “Andrew is such a dick.” I took her by the hand and led her out to the deck, returning to the kitchen to grab the wine and fruit I prepared. I poured her a glass and she took it with shaking hands and quickly gulped it down. I immediately refilled her glass and sat down on the lounge beside me. “So what did he do now.” I asked, shrugging out of my robe and stretching out in the sun. I could tell without looking that she was a little shocked by my nudity, but she seemed to relax. “He said I’m a prude because I won’t have sex with him and another woman.” She said angrily. I had a hard time not laughing because I knew this was a favorite activity of Andrew’s and that he would indulge whether she participated or not. Instead I shook my head and muttered “Men, they’re all alike.” “The thing is, I’m not a prude. I’m into lots of things and he’s not into some of them. Besides, I’ve never even been with another woman and I think he should be sensitive to that.” She was already almost done with her second glass of wine, so I refilled it. “If you’re not prude, you’re welcome to sunbathe with me. I don’t want you to think I’m rude or anything,” I ventured, “But if you’re not comfortable I understand.” She hesitated for a second, took a big gulp of her wine, and my patience was rewarded. She started unlacing her top. I watched through my sunglasses, while trying not to look like I was ogling her. Those magnificent breasts sprung free and she unzipped her pants, slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. As she stretched on her lounge chair I got a good look at her body. She had no tan lines and her pussy was shaved. Her tits looked real and she had beautiful little rosebud nipples. I licked my lips and took another glass of wine to break myself of the spell. “Well Carissa, I know what you’re saying. That is a rotten position to put you in. That should be something a woman decides she wants to do in her own time, in the right place, with the right person,” I tried to comfort her, really thinking only of myself and the tingling going on in my pussy. “Have you done it?” She asked me, looking over her sunglasses. “Oh, lots of times. I love men. I love women. I love men and women. Hope you don’t think less of me because of it,” I said, looking directly back at her. “Oh no,” She stammered. Her cheeks flushed pink and she averted her eyes. “I just don’t see how that sort of thing comes about naturally, you know what I mean? I don’t want this big, weird staged affair, you know?” “It can happen, you’ll know when the time is right,” I popped a grape in my mouth and raised my eyebrows at her. She giggled. “So if you don’t mind me asking, what kinds of things are you into that he isn’t? I thought Andrew was a total perv,” I asked. Once again, she hesitated and her cheeks still seemed a little rosier than usual, and it wasn’t just the sun. “I told you my secret,” I chided her. “It’s embarrassing, but okay,” She looked down and lowered her voice, “I like to be dominated.” I remained quiet, hoping that she would go on and she did. “You know, spanked, controlled, tied up, willingly raped…” her voice trailed off. “I can’t believe Andy isn’t into that,” I said honestly, “I figured it must have run in the family. I’ve told him about some of my escapades and he didn’t say anything negative about it.” “Don’t get me wrong, he’s played a few times but not seriously enough. He tires of the game quickly and goes too gently on me, if that makes sense.” She giggled. “It makes sense to me,” I replied, swigging down more wine, “I personally love to be in control, but I know what you mean about consistency and being serious about it.” “Well, maybe you could give him some lessons,” She sighed. “Sorry, that didn’t sound too weird did it? I know he’s your brother and all. I didn’t mean it literally. I am really crazy about him. I’d be willing to do what he wants but I wish he would do what I want. I don’t want to have to give him a script on how to go about it.” I laughed. “No, I don’t think I could go as far as giving Andrew lessons. I could probably teach you a thing or two though,” I said sternly, smiling after a moment to break the tension. I noticed she was breathing a little heavier now and reaching for the bottle of wine. “Maybe I would like that,” She said flirtatiously as she turned her body from me and filled up her glass. I grabbed her arm and turned her around. She almost lost her balance and put the glass down with a clank. “I know you would like it. I know what kind of girl you are. You can fool Andrew but you can’t fool me,” I said softly but seriously, while looking into her golden eyes. She lowered her eyes demurely and I could see her breasts rising and falling, while her breathing quickened. Seeing this as my opportunity, I turned her around so her back was to me and grabbed both of her wrists. I tied them together tightly with the silken belt from my robe and she moaned and leaned back against me as I did it, offering no resistance. I walked around to face her. Her eyes were still cast downward. I lifted her chin with my finger and looked her briefly in the eyes. I kissed her then, softly at first, harder as our tongues touched and she pressed her body into mine. I grabbed a handful of her curly hair in my hand and pulled gently while I kissed her harder. I stopped abruptly and ran a hand down to her breast, squeezing her nipple while watching her expression. Her precious little mouth formed an ‘O’ and she arched her back and closed her eyes. I rolled it in my fingertips idly as I watched her tremble. I ran both my hands down her ribcage, over her hips and around to her ass. I gently brushed my finger against her pussy and could tell she was dripping wet, she shuddered and I could sense my own excitement rising. “I’m here to teach you a thing or two, right you little whore?” I asked sternly. “Yes, maam,” She replied softly, obviously a willing participant. I pushed her to her knees in front of me. I got a thrill from those golden eyes looking up at me, her gently swelling breasts with their hard nipples sticking out, her arms bound behind her. I put my leg up on the chair next to me, opening my pussy wide in front of her. She licked her lips and I smiled. She moved her head towards me and I stopped her head with my hand. “Not until I tell you, you naughty little slut,” I whispered. I reached over to the table and picked up a peach and a knife. I held up the peach to show her and her eyes widened. I gently rolled it down my body, down to my pussy and rubbed the peach against myself, enjoying the soft kiss of the fuzz. I picked it back up and cut it in half length wise, popping the pit out as juice ran down my hands. I sucked on one half sensuously, letting the juice roll down my chin as I looked down into her eyes. I ate it slowly, enjoying it, not stopping to wipe my mouth. “My dear little Carissa,” I crooned, “I’m going to teach you how to eat pussy,” I smiled down at her. “First of all, you are not going to use your hands, obviously. Secondly, it is a messy job and you better be prepared to get sticky. Let the juices flow. Thirdly, take your time,” I picked up the other half of the peach, rubbing the juicy part on my nipple, making it harden. I slowly slid half of the peach inside of me, looking down at her through heavy lids, smiling as she moaned and squirmed. “And whatever you do, don’t let the peach slip out of me…now let’s see how you do.” I released her head and she moved it toward my crotch, tentatively. I shivered in anticipation. Seeing her tied up on her knees before me, naked, her knees scraping against my wooden deck, had me almost writhing in lust. She gently nibbled on the half of the peach parting my pussy lips. I could feel the fruit sliding inside of me and I was so wildly horny, looking down at her crown of curls. She then put her whole mouth around the fruit hanging outside of me and sucked, making a gentle slurping sound. My knees buckled and I had to brace myself against the lounge chair. She looked up at me with big innocent eyes and I roughly pushed her head back to my crotch, desperate for her to build up some momentum, holding her head there. She got the hint and sucked harder, nibbling and chewing the fruit. She mushed her lips and the peach against my clit and I started grinding my cunt on her face. Her face was slippery with the fruit juices and my own and I could see the shiny, sticky juices rolling down her chest. She moaned and sucked harder, while pressing her face to my slick wet cunt and chewing desperately at the fruit. She shoved her tongue inside of me, searching for more and my body shuddered. I grabbed her curls and held her there. She frantically thrust her tongue in and out of my pussy. I could feel pulpy bits of peach sliding in and out of me and when she finally sucked the last morsel from me, I started twitching wildy. She sucked my pussy into her mouth hard, sucking the juices from me and I came wildly. I could feel my cum squirting against her mouth and I saw her gulp as she swallowed my juices and continued to lick me while I trembled and my pussy contracted. I sat down hard on the lounge chair and she leaned back on her heels. “Not bad for my first time, huh?” She asked with a cocky little grin. I stood up and grabbed her by her elbow, pulling her from the ground. “Who told you to talk?” I hissed in her face. She turned red and looked down, “No one, mistress. I apologize.” “That’s more like it, but you’re not getting off that easy. Go upstairs to my room and bend over the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor. Don’t move and don’t say a word until I advise you otherwise.” I pushed her towards the back door of the house and she walked towards it slowly with her head down. After gathering some tools for the kitchen, I walked upstairs and into my room. There she was, draped over the edge of my bed, still and quiet. “Carissa, what do you suggest I do with you,” I asked while putting the bowl of toys on the table next to the bed. “Whatever you deem fit, mistress. I will do as you desire. If you decide to spank me, I know I deserve it,” She said humbly. Her words gave me goosebumps. I picked up a big hairbrush from my dressing table and slapped it against my hand. It pleasured me to see her jump in response to the sound. I retied her hands so they could stretch in front of her on the bed, knowing how my silk comforter would tease her nipples. I pressed my hand into her lower back and slapped her with the puddle. She jumped and cried out and I hit her again. Her ass was turning red and I could feel the warmth I knew she was feeling in my pussy. I smacked her again and again, landing a flurry of smacks all over her ass. Then suddenly I stopped. I gently tickled her ass cheeks with my fingers. I could feel her body relax under me. Her cries stopped and I could tell by her hiccups that they had been genuine. I gently traced the tips of my fingers around the red welts the hairbrush paddle had made and she shuddered. I could feel the warmth from her little pink butt and I could smell that she was aroused. I kept tickling and her hiccups turned into tiny moans. I could see her squirming, gently pressing her cunt into the bed. I spanked her again and she yelped but continued squirming, so I spanked her several more times. Her body tightened and her breathing quickened. Her moans were quicker now and she was grinding frantically into the bed. I stopped and told her to get on the bed. I could see her stiffen and deflate a little, obviously disappointed she wouldn’t get to cum. “Get on your hands and knees now. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Just like you like, you little bitch in heat.” I spanked her with my bare hand as she crawled into position. I could smell her wet pussy and gently blew on it, making her body shiver with delight. “Oh please, mistress,” She moaned quietly. I spanked her again and told her not to speak unless spoken to. “But please what? What is it that you want,” I asked. “I want to cum, mistress,” She whispered. “Well, well, well, my dear. I know you want me to lick your pussy but I’m not sure you’re good enough for that yet. But I will let you cum. I will even let you choose how,” I walked over to the nightstand and slid the bowl in front of her. Her eyes widened and she looked at me in disbelief as she saw its contents. There was an ear of corn, a huge cucumber, a banana and a long tapered candle. “Yes, they’re for you. Now choose one.” I told her. She stared for a minute and I gently traced the outline of her exposed pussy with my fingertips, sliding just the tip of one in and removing it immediately. Her juices were literally dripping down her leg. Because I couldn’t resist, I dipped just the tip of my tongue in and she gasped. “Be honest with yourself,” I chided. “The corn,” She said. “In case you hadn’t guessed already, I have a food fetish. But the corn is a very good choice,” I explained as I picked up the ear of corn. I gently kissed her pussy. I reached forward and grabbed one of her breasts hanging under her and squeezed her nipple, twisting it gently. She moaned. I licked and kissed her ass cheeks, biting her gently on her red, marked butt. I reached under her and gently grabbed her clit, rolling it between my fingers. Her legs started shaking and I pressed the ear of corn into her cunt. She tensed as I slowly inched it into her. I paused and held my breath, she was holding hers too. Growing impatient, she pushed back against the corn, taking more of it inside of her and exhaling. I pushed it all the way in and as I ever so slowly pulled it out, she moaned wildly and arched her body, tossing her curls down her back. I flipped her over on her back, spreading her legs wide and fucked her with the vegetable. She bucked her hips, thrashing wildly on the bed, breath coming in short hard bursts. I started gently sucking he clit, slowly twisting the corn in and out of her, knowing how the texture of the nibs was tickling the inside of her cunt. The corn and my hand were dripping with her juices. She started bucking wildly against my face and I increased my tempo with the corn, slamming it in and out of her. She came, her pussy sucking greedily at the corn, her back arching, eyes closed, moaning loudly, practically screaming, “Oh yeah, fuck me, please, please, don’t stop..” I gently teased her nipple with my free hand while I slowed down my licking to a gently sucking and slid the corn in and out of her slowly as she shuddered. Her legs were quaking wildly. I pulled the corn out of her and licked it. She moaned as she watched me. I laid down next to her and snuggled her into my arms. She sighed and I kissed the top of her head. “I always liked you more than I liked your brother anyway,” She giggled, “But if he could have only seen that, huh?” “I have big plans for you Carissa. But for now, we’re taking a nap.” Food Fetish You are standing on a hill overlooking a vineyard. For as far as you can see all you see is the green rolling hill filled with grape vines. You smell the sticky sweet aroma of sweet ripe grapes ready for harvest. The sun is beating down on you warming you all the way down to your bones. You are wearing a white button up shirt that is loose and the first three buttons are unbuttoned. Your pants are black and fitted to you. You just stand on the hill breathing in the fragrance of the grapes. You decide to take a stroll through the vineyard. Going down the hill you enter the row of vines and see the big plump dark blue grape clusters. You can't resist and break one grape off and pop it in your mouth. As you bite into it you feel the explosion of warm, sweet juice bursting in your mouth and close your eyes in ecstasy at the rich taste of grape. You walk deeper into the row and just enjoy the smell of rich earth under your bare feet and the taste of the grapes that you keep popping into your mouth. All of a sudden you catch a glimpse of white on the floor a little bit away from you. It is so white it does not seem to belong in this color rich area. The white of the cloth in front of you seems too white compared to the rich blackness of the earth, the vibrant blue of the sky, the green of the leaves, and the dark blue of the grapes. You walk closer and see that the white cloth is the corner of a dress that I am wearing. I am lying by the grapes on a blanket fast asleep. My gold blond hair spread out like a halo around my face. My eyes are closed, my hands pillowing my head. My shirt is partly opened and is reviling the swell of my breast. As you stare at me you feel your cock becoming hard. You clear your throat in an attempt to see if I am awake. I do not stir. I am deep in sleep. You get down on your knees and bend over me. You can smell the dampness of the earth and my sweet perfume. You take a handful of my hair and bring it to your face smelling how sweet it is and feel how soft it is. As you look into my face you notice that my lips are stained with the grape juice and you smile and lean close to me and taste the sweetness of the grapes as your tongue licks off the juice from my lips. I stir and moan opening my mouth slightly to you, but am not awake. That is just what you wanted and you kiss me deeper, placing your tongue in my mouth and feeling the hotness of me. Your hand reaches up to feel the swell of my breast and you feel my nipple getting harder and realize that I am not wearing a bra under my white shirt. You are no longer satisfied with just touching me over my clothes and want to feel my skin. You unbutton my shirt all the way, and pull it open. Both of my breasts are revealed to you. You have stopped kissing me and are just looking at my flesh. As you are about to lower your head to take my breast into your mouth, you feel as if someone is watching you. You raise your head and look into my green eyes. I am awake and have smile on my face. I whisper your name. You smile and lower your head down to my breasts again, this time taking me into your mouth. I moan and arch my back wanting you to take me deeper into your sweet hot mouth. After you have sucked on one nipple you move on to the next paying the same amount of attention. Then you lift your head and look at me. I am tugging at you to come closer to kiss me or my flesh anything but not just to look at me. I feel how wet I am and close my eyes. You reach up and pull a grape off a vine over our heads and squeeze the juice out onto my breast and lick it as it trickles down my body. Then you take the pulp of the grape and put it on my nipple letting me feel the texture of the flesh of the grape as you twist it round and round my nipple. You lower your head and kiss my lips. I twist my arms around your neck and try to get closer to you. You are lying on your side now kissing me. I can feel the hardness of your body pressed against my side, but it is not enough. I want to touch you as well I want to explore that beautiful body of yours. I break the kiss and push you on to your back. You lay down and pillow your head on your hands. Good, I think, that way your hands won't be distracting me as I explore you. I look at you laying there. I'm not satisfied with looking for long. I need to taste you. I lean down and kiss your lips feeling how soft and sensual they are. I can taste the grape on you. I kiss a trail down your chin and follow the line of your jaw with my tongue kissing and biting it every once in a while. Then I kiss the softness of your neck and suck on the flesh right by your earlobe. Then reach up and take the earlobe in my mouth biting the flesh and tracing your ear with my tongue. You move and I see that your are taking your hands out from underneath your head. I ask you to keep them there and let me do the work. You laugh and allow me the pleasure. You say in that deep, sexy voice of your that sends shivers down my spine "as long as I can have my turn too." I agree. I lower my head down again and kiss your neck. Sucking on the flesh right by your collar bone, I continue down on my trail kissing the exposed flesh of your chest. It is not enough and I sit up and open up your shirt. I let you take your hands out from under your head but only so that I can take your shirt off. Then I straddle you and just sit there looking at how incredible your skin is and I lean down to kiss your chest, stroking your torso with my hands feeling how hot you are and how smooth your skin is. I kiss you and get down to your nipples. They are hard and puckered. I lick one of them then take it in my mouth sucking on it and lightly biting down on the flesh. Then I reach up and take the grape off the vine and let you feel the same ecstasy that I felt when you did that to me. I squeeze the juice out of the grape and let its sweetness trickle down your chest as I watch it with my eyes. The juice stopped near your belly button. I bend my head down and lick up starting from where it stopped. I taste you and the sweetness of the grape juice and the combination of the two is making me so hot. I kiss and lick my way up to your chest again stopping a bit longer at your nipples, sucking on them and nibbling on the flesh around them. I need to kiss your sweet mouth again so I do. Your mouth is so hot; I can't get enough of you. My hands are going crazy over your body touching, caressing. God I want you so much. I break the kiss cause my hands found your hard cock and I know that what I want now is to take your hard cock in my mouth. I unzip your pants and get off you so that I can pull your pants off. As I do so, I realize just how wet I am and that I not only want you in my mouth but there as well. After I have taken of your pants, I straddle you again letting you feel that I am not wearing anything under my skirt. You feel just how wet I am. As I slide up and down on your cock not having you inside of me but just having you feel how wet I am, I want you in my mouth. I slide down off you and take you in my mouth. Tasting my juice on your cock, you taste so good. I take you all the way in my mouth and hear you groan with pleasure. I ache with the need to have you deep inside of me. I let go of you and come up over you wanting to kiss you again. As I do, you kiss me deeply and turn me on my back telling me that it is now your turn. I groan, cause I need you so much not sure I can handle anymore foreplay. You continue to kiss me as your hands move over my body. You take my shirt off and tell me to put my hands beneath my head. I do so, and you start to kiss me. My mouth, my cheeks, my jaw, then as you take my earlobe in your mouth you whisper to me that you want me and only me. I can't keep still and am arching up towards you. You push me back down and take my breast in your mouth sucking deeply on it. Then finally I feel your hands pushing off my skirt and spreading my thighs open to your touch. You slide your finger in between the lips of my pussy and I feel the ecstasy of your touch. I groan as you play with my clit, then you insert your finger inside of me and I scream your name. I feel as if I am about to explode as you start to slide your finger in and out. I beg you to put your cock inside of me. You pull your finger out and come over me kissing me deeply. As I taste you I feel your cock gliding into me. I lift my arms from under my head wrapping them around your body and pressing myself close to you. I feel you thrusting deep inside of me and orgasm. You continue to pump me lifting my legs in the air and going deeper and harder. You break the kiss and I scream at the pleasure of you inside of me. I'm holding my legs in the air and you are kissing me and pumping deep in and out, fast and hard I feel my juices squirting all around your hard cock, I'm so wet, I feel like I'm about to explode and then I feel you cum inside of me, as I feel the hotness of your sperm I cum again as well screaming my pleasure and hearing you scream yours as well. We lay there sticky, wet, and fully satisfied. Knowing that we are alone and that no one else is here we get up and go to the river that is just a little bit away from where we are. We take our blanket with us and our clothing too. We wash each other in the river and feel the desire spark again. As we come out of the river we fall down on to the blanket kissing and touching each other. I want you in my mouth again and apparently you want me in yours. I lay down on you in that 69 position and take your hard cock into my mouth, as I feel your hands spreading open my cheeks and feel your tongue on my wet pussy. I know that I am so close to cuming again. I take you deeper in my mouth and suck harder on you tasting your precum and as I do I feel myself exploding I slide off you and you get me into a doggie style position and Fuck me so Hard and Fast, I scream my pleasure and feel you explode again in me and feel my self cum again having my juice mingle with your sperm. You come out of me and pull me down next to you as we fall asleep in each others arms. With our limbs tangled, totally satisfied and exhausted Food Fetish Ch. 2 Carissa the birthday gift... I called Carissa and told her to come over immediately. She could tell by the tone of my voice that she was in trouble and she sounded worried. I hung up without saying goodbye and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. About ten minutes later I heard a knock on the door and I when I answered it, a trembling Carissa stood before me. She had obviously come right away because she was wearing a little camisole style tank top and a pair of casual (but short!) shorts and flip-flops. Her curly blond hair was piled on top of her head, with ringlets framing her face and trailing down her neck. She wore no makeup and yet her pouting lips were pink and those beautiful golden eyes were framed with thick, black eyelashes. She was breathtaking. She stood there nervously while I appraised her, wringing her little hands and biting that full bottom lip. “Get in the house.” She followed me in obediently, and I turned and closed the door behind her. I headed up the stairs. When I got to the landing and noticed she wasn’t following me, I gave her an annoyed look. “What the hell are you doing? Get up here…” She followed me into the bedroom, with her eyes on the floor. “Sit down,” I demanded. “You know why you are here, don’t you?” She looked confused, but worried. She shook her head and a few more curls tumbled down. “My brother called me last night. He said you called him on Saturday night saying you missed him. He said he would have let you come over and fuck him but he was with Allesandra.” I could tell by the brief flicker of hurt that crossed her face that it was true. “Problem is, my little doll, that you’re mine now,” I said, idly playing with one of her curls, tugging it gently and watching as it bounced back in place. “Remember when you came over Friday?” I asked, running the tip of my finger down the perfect slope of her nose. She nodded. “Remember when you begged me to fuck you with that ear of corn, my little slut? Because I do. I tied you up, taught you to eat pussy, spanked your filthy little ass, and then fucked you with an ear of corn. In the morning, when you were perfectly sober, I asked you if you would like to continue playing our games. You said yes and I explained very explicitly that you were mine. Remember that?” “Yes ma’am,” She replied, eyes downcast, her pretty cheeks flushing pink. “And then you called my brother so he could fuck you. What does that make you?” I asked her. “A slut,” She said quietly. I took a pair of handcuffs out of my nightstand drawer. Her eyes widened when she saw them and I saw goose bumps raise up all over her body. I pulled her hands behind her and handcuffed them. I then jerked her to her feet and reached around her to unbutton her shorts and slid them down her legs, along with her panties. She shivered as I did so. I shoved her over the side of the bed and gave her ten spankings on her bare ass. She cried out several times. I stopped abruptly and asked her if she was sorry, if she wanted my forgiveness. “Yes please,” She cried, “I’ll do anything.” I gently caressed her burning red butt. “You are a good girl, Carissa, I know it. But what you did was bad and you know that. If I want someone else to have you, I will give you to them.” She looked at me for a moment with fear in her eyes. “It’s my friend’s birthday. His name is Grant. He’s gorgeous and he’s a great lover. But what do you get the man who has everything? A show and a slave for the night. That is if you do indeed want to make it up to me.” I helped her sit up on the bed, arms still bound behind her, tickling her back with my fingertips. She stared at me for a moment and I traced her full lips with my fingertips, she parted them slightly and I could feel her hot, wet breath quicken against my finger. She gently tickled my finger with her tongue and drew it into her mouth. She sucked it slowly, gently, like a dick, while staring at me with wide, gold eyes. I shuddered. “Well,” I asked. “Yes,” She whispered, “I will do whatever I can to make it up to you. I’m sorry ma’am.” I pulled her to me and kissed her delicious mouth. Then I quietly told her to lie down in my lap. I gently traced the red outlines of my hand on her butt, making her squirm and sigh. I started tickling the crack of her ass, dancing my fingers up and down, gently grazing her pussy. She moaned softly and pushed her face into the comforter. The sight of those pretty little hands encircled with steel made my pussy wet. The warmth radiating from her rosy red ass made my cunt throb, knowing exactly how it felt. She was dripping wet and I slid my finger inside, softly twisting it in her. She gasped and tried to push herself back onto me. I looked at her tan little body helpless in my lap, those ringlets falling down the back of her delicate neck, her pretty little face pushed into the comforter, her soft mouth a perfect ‘O’, and understandably I got excited. I slid another finger into her and pumped them in and out from behind, every once in a while sliding a slippery finger over her clit. She shuddered when I slowly slide a third finger into her and she began to grind her clit into my lap. I whispered, “Go ahead, cum, little slut.” She picks up the pace, mashing her clit into my knee frantically as I shove my three fingers in and out of her. She cums with a shudder, her pussy gasping around my hand, her body convulsing across my knees. “Good girl,” I croon while unlocking her handcuffs and kissing the red marks they had left. “He’ll be here in twenty minutes. Use what’s mine and make yourself beautiful. Go all out. Then come downstairs.” I kissed her gently on the lips and teasingly pinched one of her nipples. She moaned and I turned and left the room. I answered the door when I heard him knock. Grant raised his eyebrows and whistled appreciatively when he saw me in my pink silk robe. He put his arms around me and lifted me off my feet as he kissed me passionately. “Happy Birthday to me,” He murmured as he slid his hands down to my sides and unwrapped the silk sash that held my robe closed. It dropped to the floor and he stared at me in my pink and black corset, black panties, thigh high stockings and ridiculously high heels, for what felt like a full minute. He made a growling sound in his throat and pulled me to him, nibbling and kissing my neck. “No, no, no,” I admonished, “Not until after dinner.” He pouted. “Trust me,” I winked, “You’re going to love your gift.” I lead him into the dining room and sat him down in front of a full plate of food and a glass of wine. We had barely eaten, too busy catching up on old times and rubbing our feet under the table, when Carissa walked down the stairs. Her hair was still piled on top of her head, tendrils all in place. The ringlets formed a golden crown on top of her heart shaped face. She had put on smoky eyeliner and eye shadow and had lengthened those impossibly long lashes with black mascara. Her golden eyes glowed like a cat’s. Her cheeks were rosy. Her full lips were red and glossy. Her caramel colored skin shimmered. She was wearing a little red baby doll nightie that barely covered her rounded little bottom. She had on the red lace panties to match. She had no shoes on, because mine didn’t fit her, but her small bare feet and their perfect red toe nails completed the picture. I heard Grant’s breath catch in his throat and his eyes went big as he stood up to greet her. He looked at me questioningly. I winked. “Happy birthday big boy. Meet Carissa.” I crooked my finger, motioning for her to come to me and she did. I kissed her passionately on the lips and ran my hands down the curve of her back, bringing my hands to rest on her ass. I leaned my forehead against hers. “You be a good girl and entertain Grant while I clear the table, okay?” She nodded and turned to face him. I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher and by the time I got back, she was on her knees in front of him sucking his cock frantically. His hands were tangled in her hair and he was fucking her face. I leaned against the doorjamb and he opened his eyes and met mine. He parted his lips and his eyes rolled up in his head. He came powerfully in her mouth with no warning, pumping his hips in her face and tightening his hands in her hair. She started to choke. He put his hands on either side of her face and tilted it so she was looking up at him. “Swallow,” he commanded in a gentle voice. She struggled for a moment but swallowed it. “Grant,” I admonished, “You had dessert before the show.” I sauntered over to him and he leaned back in his chair, Carissa still on her knees in front of him. “Show?” He questioned with a lazy smile. I straddled his lap, my back to Carissa, my face so close to his I could feel his warm, ragged breath. “You didn’t think I’d get you something I’ve given you before, did you? Because you know better than that,” I turned in his lap so I was facing Carissa and told her to get naked and lie down on the table, face up. She did as asked with no question. Once she was in place, I opened a cupboard in my sideboard and took out two scarves. I tied her wrists to the legs of the table, making eye contact with Grant the whole time, thrilled to note his obvious interest. Once I was done, I pushed her legs up so her cunt was on display. She was quiet, but her nipples were hard and her breathing was heavy. I could tell she was curious and excited. Without a word, I went to the kitchen. Much to my surprise, when I came back, Grant was still in his chair watching idly. I noticed his hands were in his lap and he kept licking his lips. He saw the bowl in my arms and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I walked to Carissa’s head and smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear. She was trembling. I popped a grape into her mouth. “As Carissa knows, Grant, I have something of a food fetish,” I said rolling a grape down her chest and circling her nipples with it. “And as I know, you have something of a wine fetish,” I said as he poured himself his fourth glass. I bit a grape in two and tickled her nipples with the soft, wet part of the open grape. She moaned and squirmed, closing her eyes. He watched intently over the rim of his glass. I leaned over and ate the half grape from the tip of her breast, making sure I caught her nipple in my teeth. I took another one from the bowl and rolled it from the exposed hollow of her delicate neck, through the valley of her breasts, down her flat belly. I gently rolled it on her shaved pubic mound and up and down her puffy pussy lips. “You see Grant, last week Carissa begged me to fuck her with an ear of corn,” I told him, watching as her face turned bright red. “Is that so,” He asked, drawing his chair closer, “I wish I could have been there.” “Don’t worry, handsome. We have all night,” I assured him. I had been rolling the grape up and down her slit, making sure I rolled it in little circles over her clit. She was writhing on the table. I slid a finger inside her soaking wet snatch and removed it just as quickly. She moaned. I placed the grape at her opening and slowly pushed it inside. She gasped and arched her back. I saw Grant’s cock (still hanging outside of his trousers) twitch and I smiled at him and licked my lips. He moaned. I took another grape and pushed it inside of her, and repeated the process slowly, torturously, all the while telling Grant how I had taught Carissa to eat pussy. I described how beautiful Carissa looked eating the peach out of my cunt, juices running down her face, eyes closed in intense concentration. I was interrupted every now and again by her moaning. I popped the grapes into her gaping hole one by one and her excitement mounted. I stuck my finger inside of her and she moaned. I felt the grapes jostling against my finger and felt the juices from the few I was breaking open run down my hand. I kissed her pussy gently, making her writhe her hips in ecstacy, and then slowly inserted five more grapes. I turned to look at Grant, who was jacking off and staring at us intently. “She’s all yours big boy. You get to make wine,” I sat down in a chair to watch and he almost knocked his chair over leaping up to get to her. He yanked her to the edge of the table, removing any slack the scarves on her arms afforded her. She stared at him with glossy, lust filled eyes and moaned as he slapped his dick against her shaved mound. He quickly shoved his hard cock inside of her and I could tell by his moans and shudders that the grapes rolling, rubbing and breaking against his hard prick were a new and exciting experience. He couldn’t hold back and started ramming his cock into her forcefully. I could see the grape juices mingled with her own dripping down the two of them, puddling on the table under her. He had his hands on her shoulders and was pounding into her forcefully, his face contorted with pleasure. I could see the pulp from the grapes hanging off the both of them. She was moaning too, thrashing about on the table, screaming for him to fuck her, curls bouncing everywhere. I couldn’t help myself and shoved the crotch of my panties aside, sliding my fingers in and out of my slippery pussy, staring at them with glazed eyes. He squeezed Carissa’s breasts and pinched her nipples, twisting them. Their breath came out in short, rapid bursts of air and they were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Grant grunted and squirted his cum deep inside of Carissa’s sloppy cunt. I came at the same time, my fingers thrusting in and out of me, the palm of my hand rubbing my clit. He pulled out and sat back in his chair with a thump, Carissa still writhing on the table. I got up and sank my face into her soaking wet crotch. Grape juice was gushing into my mouth, tinged with the taste of his salty cum and her nectar. I could feel my face slimy with slick juices and I rubbed my face with my tongue out, up and down her yummy pussy, creating a delicious friction that had her screaming and pulling against her restraints. She came in waves, I could taste more of her juice running down her legs and I lapped it up hungrily. Her hips bucked and I slid two fingers in her and scooped out the pulpy remains of the grapes, which caused her to cum again. As I cleaned her out, I ate the grape bits off my fingers, staring at Grant while I did it. She moaned and was still squirming. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard and deep. He groped my tits after he frantically freed them from their corset. He shoved my panties aside and pulled me to his lap, sliding his dick inside of me. Fucking me hard and fast because he knows I like it like that, slamming his cock into me over and over until I cum powerfully, my body shuddering and trembling. I felt him shoot his load deep inside of me, my pussy contracting around his hard dick, us leaning together in a sweaty mess. After a moment of recovery, he looked over my shoulder and chuckled. I turned around and saw Carissa. Her face was flushed, her lips parted and she was staring at us intently. “How long do I get to keep her?” He asked. “She’s mine Grant. Like it or not,” I replied. “But she’s yours for the rest of your birthday. Do as you wish.” He looked at his watch and smiled, noting that it was only 8:42pm. He poured us each another glass of wine and kissed me on the nose as he sat down next to her. “I’ll even let your birthday last until the sun comes up. So, are you going to untie your gift?” I asked, looking over at my pretty little doll. He stared at her for a minute and took a drink. He held his glass up to the light and swirled his wine around in it. “I doubt it. Not right away anyway. You did go to the grocery store before I got here, right?” He asked with a naughty smile. “You know me Grant, of course I did.” I said with a knowing grin and a wink. “Then I think my little present here is in for a long night…”